Chapter 120: The Skeletal Giant Lizard
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 120: The Skeletal Giant Lizard
That was close… I was almost detected.
By now, Aisarakus had shifted her consciousness back into the blue dragon puppet.
Still unclear on the current situation, she decided to observe for a while.
Speaking of which, this place smells strangely familiar. Rotting meat and bone shards everywhere… Wait, could this be that Skeletal Giant Lizard?
In her memory, there was once a Titan Behemoth that had dared to challenge her authority in the Northern Continent.
Back then, Aisarakus had been in her prime—high-spirited and more than a little tyrannical. Naturally, she couldn't tolerate such a brazen provocation.
Without a word, she had pinned the Titan Behemoth to the ground and slaughtered it, tearing through flesh and bone without even needing to call upon her authority over frost.
Just as she was preparing to take the remains back to the Ice Dragon Nest to be frozen, something strange happened: the corpse came back to life.
It had mutated directly into an undead behemoth—the Skeletal Giant Lizard—which had actually given her quite a fright at the time.
Due to her unfamiliarity with undead creatures, Aisarakus failed to intercept and kill it in time, allowing the creature to flee into the Land of Storms.
Subsequently, the creature was suppressed by the Storm Curse. Having lost its strength, it fell into a deep slumber, and Aisarakus lost all interest in pursuing it.
She was deeply afraid that such a brain-dead thing would tarnish her collection.
It really is a small world. To think we’d meet again. With the Storm Curse suppressing it, this pile of bones shouldn't be able to wake up. I can ignore it for now.
With that thought, Aisarakus turned her attention to Maomao and her group nearby.
Anyway, what are these humans even doing? To come all the way from Northgard to the Land of Storms, and even break into a place like this…
As Aisarakus was muttering to herself, a bone spike suddenly shot toward her.
Swish!
Before she could even react, the spike grazed past her body.
Waaah! What was that?!
Faced with this sudden attack, Aisarakus nearly lost her balance.
Turning her head, she saw Taro Ball and the others surrounding and attacking a Bone Giant Spider.
What caught her eye was their rather brutal fighting style.
They didn't bother dodging at all. They simply stood their ground and traded blows, relying entirely on the Priest behind them to restore their health.
Whether they were front-liners or back-liners, everyone’s HP bars were performing a frantic yo-yo act.
Only Elania stayed hidden next to Maomao, using her healing spells to negate the continuous damage Maomao was taking from the storm.
Honestly, are these humans always this barbaric? I’m just a plush dragon right now. If I get skewered by one of those bone spikes, this—my only external avatar—is toast!
As Aisarakus was complaining, Maomao suddenly picked her up, bringing them eye-to-eye.
"Sigh, what am I even doing here? Taro Ball and the others are killing all the bosses, and I can't help at all. I even have to rely on a little girl to keep my health up. I’m supposed to be a pro gamer, but right now, I’m just dead weight."
As she spoke, Maomao hugged Aisarakus tightly and buried her face against the puppet.
"I don't know how to talk to Elania yet, so the only one I can vent to is you..."
Being forcibly hugged by Maomao, Aisarakus felt a wave of internal resistance.
Mmph… Wait a minute! You can complain all you want, human, but don't put your face so close! Who wants to be your confidant? Mmph…
Just as Aisarakus was at a loss for what to do, a voice came from nearby.
"Elania, Maomao! We’re done with the torso area. Next, we head for the limbs."
Hearing Taro Ball’s shout, Elania was the first to run over, grabbing onto Yu Yunsheng.
"Ah… alright, alright. There’s still a long way to go. How about I carry you on my back?"
"Really? You can't take it back halfway."
"I promise. I’ll carry you right now, okay?"
"Mhm..."
After hoisting Elania onto her back, Yu Yunsheng looked over at Maomao.
"Maomao, do you need to rest here? Don't worry, I’ll leave a recovery magic circle for you."
As soon as she said that, the comments in Maomao’s livestream immediately began to argue.
【Maomao, don't stay behind! If they leave, what are we supposed to watch?】
【Exactly, Maomao! You might not have much combat power, but you’re the only player in this party with livestreaming permissions!】
【Don't worry, Maomao, we’ll never call you a 'pendant' again.】
【You’re not dead weight at all, Maomao! You have to believe in yourself! Believe that you can keep up with the big shots!】
"You guys..."
Looking at the comments, Maomao felt speechless, but in the end, she chose to follow the viewers' advice.
"I’ll come with you. Don't worry, I’ll protect myself."
"Alright then, hurry up and follow."
"Okay."
Picking up the blue dragon puppet, Maomao continued to follow Taro Ball’s group.
However, for Aisarakus, this was pure suffering.
While clearing the two forelimb areas, Maomao’s dodging skills were abysmal. She nearly got them both drenched in foul blood.
In the hind leg area, Maomao tripped over a rock while being chased by a boss, sending the puppet flying.
Finally, when they reached the tailbone area, they were ambushed by a group of Wraiths.
Maomao was fine, but Aisarakus was tossed through the air like a volleyball by the Wraiths.
Throughout the entire process, although Maomao tried her best to protect Aisarakus, her lack of strength meant that every situation was a narrow escape.
By the end of it, although Aisarakus’s consciousness remained in the dragon puppet, her soul felt like it had drifted off to a distant land.
Seriously, what is wrong with these people… especially this human holding me. There were several times she could have just slipped away, but she always comes back for me. If this keeps up, I might as well stop hiding and just leave right in front of them. It’s not like they’re strong enough to stop me anyway.
Just as Aisarakus was grumbling, Taro Ball’s group had fought their way into the final boss’s territory.
Looking at the Wraith boss before him, Taro Ball took his stance.
But just as he was about to move, a sudden change occurred. The entire skeletal remains began to heave and convulse.
*
Outside the massive skeleton, high in the sky above the Land of Storms.
A pitch-black figure emerged silently—it was the Cult Leader of Chaos.
He hovered in the air, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow to land on the giant skeleton below.
"By imbuing the skeleton with Chaos power, I should be able to dispel the Storm Curse’s suppression and awaken this undead behemoth. Perhaps I can even give it a little boost…"
As he spoke, the Cult Leader of Chaos slowly raised a hand, spreading his fingers and aiming at the skeleton below.
There was no incantation, no charging of power—just a slight downward press of his palm.
Vroom—!
A pitch-black ripple spread out from the giant skeleton, causing even the surrounding storm to momentarily stall.
The next second.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...!!!
The entire earth began to shake violently, shaking off all the accumulated snow on the giant skeleton.
Seeing this, the Cult Leader of Chaos withdrew his hand.
"That should do it… Wait, this aura… is that the Unfated from before?"
Just as the Cult Leader of Chaos was feeling a sense of unexpected joy, another, far more domineering aura entered his perception.
"This is… a dragon?"
A member of the Dragon Race appearing at this time would have had its strength increased along with the lifting of the world’s restrictions. It was no longer the weak creature it once was.
Moreover, he had previously offended the owner of this particular aura.
Seeing this, the Cult Leader of Chaos shook his head.
"Forget it. Consider this a wasted effort. At least the Land of Storms isn't lacking in corpses like this. It’s just a bit of a pity about that Unfated."
With that, the Cult Leader of Chaos's form melted into the wind and snow as he departed.
At the same time, two clusters of dim, ghostly fire ignited within the eye sockets of the giant skeletal head.